Love so pure that you knew it without having to hear her say it.
Wise beyond her education and welcoming to all who broke biscuits dipped in molasses at her table.
I always felt right at home when I was with her.
So many of my childhood days were spent watching and learning at her feet.
I didn’t know it at the time, but she was one of the greatest teachers I would ever learn from.
To this day, three years later, I still think about dialing her number, 965-8259.
I know I can’t call, but I have the conversation in my head anyway.
Maybe she hears me. Maybe, just maybe, she knows how much she was loved.
Because, one thing’s for sure. I know she loved me.
One day when I was 13 or 14, I was sitting with her in the heart of her home, the kitchen. She looked at me with her steel blue eyes and said, “Lizzie, you can be anything you want to be, girl.” She has no idea the impact those words had on my heart.
And I know she would be humbled and proud, all at the same time.
I have hope eternal. Until we meet again, I have memories like this one that bridge the gap between me and her.